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Compliments 2

I have mentioned once before that I tend to hear all manner of oddball compliments. It's been over a year since I wrote that first post, though, so the weird remarks about me have added up since then. Ergo, I present to you a second round of strange compliments:

  • "You're a fat person in a skinny person's body"
    This was both a compliment on keeping myself fairly fit and an indictment of my eating habits. I tend to eat a lot, especially for my size. What's more, I tend to be very lax about making sure I eat the right kinds of food. Upon seeing this in action, one of my coworkers summed all of this up in nine words.
  • "Did you play football? You have big calves like a football player"
    The guy who said this actually used to play football, so he wasn't talking about something he knew nothing about. On the other hand, I've never played football on a team. I can't decide if this means I have an above-average amount of muscle there, or if I need to hit the gym harder.
  • "Your hair grows really fast. You were practically bald a few days ago. You're like a Chia pet."
    Um, thank you? I think that's a good thing. On the other hand, I remember reading once that some study correlated quick hair growth with early onset of baldness (I can't find a link to this now, though). In the meantime, I guess this means I won't look surprisingly young anytime soon.
  • "I saw a bunch of nerdy people standing in line, and I figured you'd know what it was about"
    I actually did know why they were standing in line. It was more of a fluke than anything else, but I think my fate as a techy geek is sealed. On the other hand, this also means that I occasionally know what's going on in the city (that's sort of a compliment, right?)
  • "You're not an engineer"
    This one came from my friend who works with nothing but engineers, all day long. She meant it to mean I'm not socially awkward, so maybe there's hope for me yet. Also, I'd be curious what'd happen if this friend and the friend for the item above met.
  • "Your life is depressingly devoid of drama. You don't break up like Jersey Shore."
    There goes my TV career (I'll gladly make that trade).
  • "You're done? You inhaled that book" *proceeds to make vacuum sounds*
    This one was from my sister. I apparently read faster than she does.
Now, I still think I'd rather have someone give me a funky compliment than an insult, so I'm not complaining. I'm just highly amused that people say these things about me.

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